Book twenty-one of 2018: Underworld: Evolution, by Greg Cox. ⭐️⭐️⭐️
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There’s no such thing as too many books…until you have to move them all. Oof. Ow.
But! After a full day of emptying out one storage unit, packing stuff into a U-Haul, driving over the mountains, and packing half (non-books) into a new smaller storage unit and half (books) home, we are now finally entirely done with Ellensburg!
Happydancing will commence when we have the energy to move again.
Book twenty of 2018: Underworld, by Greg Cox. ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Got my Women of NASA Lego set!
Book nineteen of 2018: Crossplay, by Niki Smith. ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Book eighteen of 2018: Cormorant Run, by Lilith Saintcrow. ⭐️⭐️
Every day, there’s a little bit more. Slowly, quietly accumulating. Drifting in, wafting slowly behind us as we walk by. It’s like the world’s cutest horror movie.
Happy #WorldGothDay! The top two shots are me at about 22 (1995) at my first DJing gig at City Lights in Anchorage, AK; bottom left is at about 25 (1997) at Gigs Music Theater in Anchorage; bottom right is at 45 (2018) in “undercover goth” work mode.
Remember: goth has no age limit, there’s no such thing as Real Goth™, and gatekeepers in any community are just jerks.
Mystery fruit flavor! We’re thinking it’ll probably be durian.
Book seventeen of 2018: Deadhouse Landing, by Ian C. Esslemont. ⭐️⭐️
